Sol

"You are LATE!" Roars Sol, his long ginger hair flairs up, puffing like a hissing cat. His eyes narrow with annoyance, his chest puffed up as he stands tall. Jelousy oozes out of his glare, his eyes shifts away, not wanting. his true feelings obvious. His muscular arms are crossed, and his black T-shirt stretches across his bulky body. His long tall swishing in annoyance. "I waited all day and night, only for you to return smelling like- who touched you? who dares touch you?"